_________________The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.I am not predjudiced; I hate all people equally.Some people are like slinkies; not really good for anything, but bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.I don't consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.